Percy Jackson and the Dark Elites

Epilogue

Percy

Percy was flying away in his stolen Elite jet when the lights went out. The jet groaned traveled blindly through the air.

Percy nervously stood and clutched his sword. The lights of the Manhattan Skyline shone in the distance, lighting up his console. A shadow passed briefly over the front window. Someone's light footsteps tread across the roof like they were walking on air.

Percy's heart pounded in his chest. "Jason, please. I didn't mean to hurt her."

A loud clang hit the door.

"Jason! You know I would never hurt her! Never! Please--"

The door flew open and a flush of freezing air blew in. A small figure with a bow dropped in and rolled across the floor.

Percy flinched.

"Relax, Omega. It's only me."

He opened his eyes and focused on the figure. "Bi?"

She laughed. "I didn't know you were so scared of Jason."

He took off his hood. "I didn't know you were alive."

"You know it was going to take more than that to kill me," Bianca said.

Percy stuttered. "Y—yeah..."

Bianca shut the door and the lights turned back on.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Well-"

"I'm coming with you, idiot. You wouldn't survive two seconds on your own. Especially with the gods after you."

"The gods?"

She rolled her eyes. "Of course the gods. They need someone to blame."

"Blame Chaos! Blame Ian! Blame Aphrodite for all I care! I don't deserve this." He shouted.

"Don't pity yourself. It's not attractive. And as far as the gods are concerned, you've been asking for this since the day you turned sixteen."

"So the day I was born." He said bitterly.

"Obviously. Come on Perce, you never stood a chance."

"Okay, okay, I get it."

Bianca plopped down in the pilot's chair and put her foot up on the console. "Good."

Percy fiddled with his gloves. "Are you mad at me?"

"... Why?" She asked, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

"If I led you on... or... I don't know."

Bianca raised an eyebrow. "Don't flatter yourself either."

"Well—"

She scoffed. "Please. I'm a hunter. Orders directly from Artemis: Keep Percy Jackson alive."

He smiled and lowered himself into the copilot's chair. "I thought the gods wanted me dead."

"As far as Zeus is concerned, they all do. Me too. After you've died of old age I'm sure they'll ease up."

"And you'll be with me until then?"

She smiled. "It's the only way Artemis can convince Zeus to accept me as an ally."

Percy nodded.

"But shhh, because he doesn't know that yet."

"When did you decide that you were my protector?" She didn't respond. Percy rolled his eyes. "I don't think anyone will ever forgive me. Even Nico. One day, tomorrow or today, he'll realize I dropped that building on him."

Bianca stared out at the lights below.

"I'll miss you when you're gone." She sighed as she moved the ship forward.

"I'm literally sitting right here. You're stuck with me."

She snickered, then burst out into uncontrollable laughter. "That's not true. Don't you think-Don't you think Zeus would accept me back if I murdered you?"

She leaned back in her chair and took a deep breath. Her eyes were shinning with an emotion Percy couldn't place.

"Just... just drive, please." Percy sighed.

Bianca leaned forward and started the ship on a course to Italy. Percy leaned back and allowed a sad smile to creep onto his face. Artemis was kind of on his side. Maybe he could get Elysium after all. Maybe Annabeth would forgive him.

But he'd worry about that later. Silena may not be locked up by Riders anymore, but she was still stuck in the Mediterranean somewhere.

He wiped a tear from his cheek and watched the lights of the city below them pass by.